Chapter Eleven: At the End of Life, Spiritual Energy Awakens?

The headline was just nine words long: Humanity has completely conquered cancer!

These nine words, firm and unyielding, heralded the dawn of a new era in medical science. This was an achievement that could save hundreds of millions from suffering. It was also a feat deserving of the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

Within ten minutes, the world erupted in celebration. Official and independent media outlets across the globe reported the news in unison.

“A genius scientist from Xia leads a team at nineteen to conquer cancer entirely.”
“You need to learn about the greatest living scientist of our time.”
“Who is Lin Qiye? What are his accomplishments? Why do people call him a legend?”
“This century belongs to the life sciences, and the one who opened the door is Lin Qiye!”
“Not to be proud is to deny your own country! Xia’s superstar scientist Lin Qiye conquers cancer!”
“Astonishing—Lin Qiye’s groundbreaking research papers number over four hundred!”
“The father of cancer research, the brightest star in life sciences—Lin Qiye’s dazzling life.”

The frenzy showed no sign of abating. Lin Qiye’s extraordinary story unfolded like the plot of a fantasy novel. Whether in serious scientific coverage or viral social media posts, every word was infused with excitement and admiration.

Moreover, Lin Qiye was tall and handsome, his eyes shining with a brilliant light. This only fueled his popularity worldwide, making him an idol in the hearts of countless admirers.

The anticipation only continued to grow.

Three days later, the press conference was held under the gaze of the entire world. Media representatives flocked from every corner. Billions waited with bated breath.

Lin Qiye appeared in formal attire, standing at the podium. Behind him, a massive screen displayed a cascade of shining research achievements. Even the uninitiated could sense their revolutionary impact at a glance.

At that moment, the world held its breath.

“As you can see, our four research institutes, with over three hundred senior scientists, have worked tirelessly for a year and finally conquered cancer. We hold six thousand patents.

“Cancer, before our technology, has been reduced to an ordinary disease. However, treatment remains costly.

“In the end, we have decided to license our patents to twenty medical institutions. The patent fees will be modest, but there is one strict requirement: each pill must be priced at twenty yuan, and medical device profits must not exceed double the cost.

“We want every cancer patient in the world to have access to treatment. Any interested pharmaceutical company may contact us. Our team will strictly supervise the process.”

Though brief, the press conference triggered an even greater storm.

Lin Qiye’s near-philanthropic gesture left the world in awe.

That very day, media coverage swept over every corner of the globe.

“Do you know what Lin Qiye’s decision to forgo patent profits really means?”
“Fifteen million people die of cancer each year. If Lin Qiye kept the patents, he could earn three trillion in net profit annually. In twenty years, that’s sixty trillion—equivalent to the GDP of the world’s leading nation!”
“Lin Qiye is a blessing to humanity, a scientist of boundless compassion whose actions move us to tears.”

Amid countless analyses of wealth and profit, one unique in-depth article quickly went viral.

“An industry expert speaks out: Lin Qiye once suffered a terminal illness himself. For treatment, he endured countless acupuncture needles, his skin bruised and battered, surviving on IV drips for nutrition. His illness worsened several times, yet it did not defeat him. While battling his disease, he poured all his strength into scientific research for the benefit of humanity.”

The article meticulously recounted Lin Qiye’s struggle with cancer, Professor Yuan’s decision to sell his house to fund Lin’s treatment, and the relentless fight against illness. Written by someone intimately familiar with the events, the article was devoid of embellishment, and its sincerity touched the depths of the heart.

It was a long read, yet from the very first line, readers found themselves unable to look away. Each episode was shocking and stirring, a saga of hardship and triumph. By the end, readers were left in tears, sobbing openly.

“This is heartbreaking! I went through an entire box of tissues.”
“But Lin Qiye never once showed a trace of despair to the outside world.”
“Now I understand what it means for a hero’s tears to soak his collar. To read the story of such a life is to be moved to tears!”
“Salute to Lin Qiye!”
“Salute to Lin Qiye!”
“Wishing Lin Qiye a swift recovery!”

The heartfelt messages catapulted the article into the top three trending topics.

Soon after, the piece was translated into more than a hundred languages, touching hearts across the globe.

Yet the man who inspired the world remained oblivious, wholly devoted to defying his own fate. After guiding his research team late into the night, Lin Qiye gazed out the window at the lush landscape beyond.

“Let’s model how long the balance within my body can last. How much time do I have left?”

[This simulation requires 100 progression points (4,950 points remaining)]
[Simulation complete: Your disease is unique. Even with the full suite of anti-cancer technology, your time is limited. Remaining lifespan: twelve years, irreversible.]

Upon seeing the result, Lin Qiye nodded.

“So I can only live to thirty? Such a short life. Still, twelve extra years is enough to change fate many times over. And with an achievement like conquering cancer, surely I’ll receive an S-level rating?”

He let out a long breath.

“But I can’t afford to slack off. I need to give my all! I must earn the S-level reward!”

Thus began a new round of tireless effort.

Over the next decade, Lin Qiye led his four advanced laboratory teams in a charge across the frontiers of life sciences.

“HIV Conquered”
“Nanorobots Become More Intelligent and Convenient”
“Gene Engineering Theory Continues to Improve”
“All Protein Structures Sequenced and Precisely Modeled in the Lab”
“Artificial Synthesis of Starch from Carbon Dioxide”
“Human Longevity Gene Partially Deciphered”
“Theoretical Human Lifespan Reaches 500 Years”

Within ten years, humanity’s life sciences leapt forward by more than a dozen strides.

Lin Qiye himself received the Nobel Prize, and even two of his laboratory teams earned the honor. Yet he still refused to attend the ceremony.

By twenty-eight, Lin Qiye lacked nothing.

Wealth? Honor? Status? All as fleeting as passing clouds.

A mere Nobel Prize was not worth the journey.

Time flew by.

Lin Qiye’s twenty-ninth birthday arrived in the blink of an eye.

His parents, Professor Yuan, colleagues from the university and all four advanced laboratories held a celebration in his honor.

That evening, Lin Qiye was in excellent spirits, his mind clear and sharp.

He had a dream—a strange dream, one as if touched by enlightenment.

Within the dream, he understood that infinite power could be bestowed upon the genome.

For the human genetic sequence still contained ninety percent unused code, and in the myriad worlds, there existed genes of creation, genes of reincarnation, mythic genes. If one could construct mythic genes, myth could become reality.

If one could construct the genes of creation, one could create worlds.

But as Lin Qiye tried to delve deeper into this epiphany—

He suddenly awoke.

He could only recall a few simple terms from the dream: creation gene, reincarnation gene, mythic gene.

A premonition told Lin Qiye that these three terms were close to the essence of the world—not just this world, but the prime world, the vast cosmos itself.

Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not recall more details from the dream, nor could he decipher the meaning of those mysterious terms.

He wanted to use the Genesis Simulation, but it too was powerless, for the dream itself was the product of a Genesis Simulation epiphany. It required both an enlightened state and the Genesis Simulation talent. It was a matter of state of mind, not of points spent.

With no clues, Lin Qiye could only clutch his hair in frustration.

The next day, he shared his dream with his colleagues in the lab.

But the researchers were bewildered. “It’s true that Kekulé dreamed of a serpent swallowing its tail and thus devised the benzene ring, but Professor Lin, your dream doesn’t seem to offer much guidance.”

“Creation gene, reincarnation gene, mythic gene? Can you be more specific? These mystical terms don’t give us any direction.” They all shook their heads.

“Professor Lin, are you following in the footsteps of Newton and Einstein, dabbling in theology now?” they joked.

Lin Qiye was left in deep distress, returning to his studio to ponder in vain.

He knew all too well how miraculous his SSS-level Genesis Simulation intuition was. He always trusted it.

Therefore, he resolved to dedicate his time to exploring the fundamental nature of the world.

Three months. Six months. Eight months.

Lin Qiye’s research yielded nothing of value.

For the first time, a question had troubled him for more than half a year.

The lab researchers thought he had lost his mind, but Lin Qiye was undeterred, continuing his feverish quest.

As he neared thirty, Lin Qiye remembered a phrase from his dream—“infinite power bestowed upon the genome.”

And the moment he recalled these words, a mysterious black hole appeared deep in the ocean. The black hole spat out a pearl, and thick, energy-laden mist rapidly spread across the globe.

The mist acted like a catalyst, causing marine life to grow explosively—giant squid a hundred meters long, whales a kilometer in length… On land, tigers began to grow wings…

A worldwide metamorphosis had begun.

Countless small nations and island countries vanished overnight.

Lin Qiye could never have imagined that in the final year of his life, spiritual energy would awaken.

Nourished by this energy, the disease in his bone marrow erupted like a volcano. In just a week, Lin Qiye was reduced to a mere shadow of himself.

He was stunned, realizing his time was running out.

His intuition told him that to achieve an S-level rating in this simulation, he would have to change the course of history once more.

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